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So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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Down at Riverbend Park, near the old Johnson Bridge—yeah, that crumbling relic of history—it’s where you can truly watch life. I mean, people come here to fuckaround kiss, argue, and everything in between. As a sexologist, my keen eye picks up the intimate sparks and raw passion. You’d be amazed at the steamy encounters under ancient oak trees that seem to whisper scandalous secrets. I’ve seen more love and lust here than in a Martin Scorsese flick.

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